LJ idol week 20: open topic
When I am a mad old woman,
I will cover the walls with writing,
recording the whisperings of my books
that rise like an inky smoke from the shelves.
Words will splash the walls
and though the landlord will try to paint over them,
those fables and fairytales will still glow through.
The neighborhood children will hear the
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Does that make sense?
Did I tell you I love this already?
I love this.
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into a polite grandmother's silence.
I loved this ending; it was perfect for your poem. :)
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I once said I would grow old disgracefully and meant it. So am becoming slightly wilder every year. There are ramparts I have not stormed, but with this as encouragement I still may do so!!
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Also, I'm very flattered by the encouragement to publish.
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May this dream come true for you, and may I be around to see it!
(I wanna watch the children tremble to pick a peony, and then stare confused at the lavender honey pie.)
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I think you, mon_oubliette, and I are all going to grow old and be scary together. ;) *squeezes*
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